Chapter Three

Ginny sat on the bed, trying ot remember why she was here. The dancing began with the other guests, and each one of her brothers insisted she dance with them. After that, she was led away with Draco to a nice looking black car. They got in the back, and had the doors shut on them. They both felt they were being carted away in a hearst, but refused to reveal this to the other. The chauffer was silent as he drove them to their new house.

As the car drove, it seemed to go in one straight line, whether there were obstacles or not. They just sort of jumped out of the way. Soon they were out in the country, and stopped at an elegant house, not as big as Malfoy Manor, but still impressive.

"Home." Ginny thought, but the Burrow would always be home to her.

Draco entered the house and quickly took his robe off, revealing black slacks and a white shirt. A house elf quickly picked it off the ground, and bowed as he exited. A servant, this time human, came up to them.

"Mr. Malfoy, Mrs. Malfoy, welcome." The woman was in her late thirties with graying hair that was held back in a bun. She wore a grey robe, and had her hands clasped together in front of herself.

"Show her to her room, I'll be up in mine." Draco yawned, then began to climb the stairs.

"My room?" Ginny questioned.

"What, you'd rather sleep with me?" Draco said, turning towards her. Ginny gave a very shocked look. "Didn't think so." He smiled, then continued his way up the stairs.

"Mrs. Malfoy, will you be wanting something form the kitchens?" The woman asked.

"No thank you,--" Ginny waited for a name.

"Call me Molly." Ginny flinched at the name. Mother, she longed for her Mother.

"No, I'll just go straight to my room, thank you." Ginny followed Molly up the stairs, and down a corridor that had doors on either side. She opened one, and led Ginny in.

The room looked very gloomy. The furniture was a dull wooden color, and everything was black. The flowers in her dresser, the sheets on the bed, the curtains, everything! Molly left before Ginny could protest, and this is where she was, sitting on the gloomy bed. The room was big enough, with two doors on one wall. She noticed her trunk at the end of the bed, and changed into her pajamas.

She climbed into the bed, and instantly the lights went out. Ginny, laying in the dark, silently began to cry.

~*~*~

Draco had no problems getting to sleep the night before. He just thanked the stars that the wedding was now over, and he could finally continue on with his life.

He got out of bed and changed into his work clothes. The younger workers at his office only wore robes on special occassions, and liked to wear muggle clothes on ordinary days. Draco had to hand it to the Muggles. They made some pretty fine clothes, and they didn't feel consuming, like his robes. He dressed in some black slacks and wore a neatly perssed white shirt. He'd put his tie on in the car, he thought. He combed his hair, then went down to breakfast.

Waiting for him on the table was his paper. He unrolled the paper, then shouted, "Toast and coffee!" And suddenly a plate of toast, and some coffee appeared on the table.

"Is there anything else I can get you, sir?" Molly asked, coming into the room.

"Is Ginny up yet?" Draco asked.

"No, sir, she's still in her room."

Good, Draco thought. Maybe he could eat quickly, then leave before she came down. He really didn't want reality to sink in just yet.

But as the fates would have it, the door to the dining room opened, and Draco instantly knew it was Ginny. He didn't even bother to acknowledge her, he continued reading the paper.

"Mrs. Malfoy, have a seat and eat something." Molly said, pulling a chair up for Ginny.

"Some milk and a roll." Ginny said quietly.

Draco rolled his eyes. He couldn't believe he was married to some whimpy little girl. As he turned the page, he caught a glimpse of her. She was sitting, eating her roll, not too far from him. She was wearing a black robe that used to be his mothers. She was, after all, sleeping in his Mother's room, and he in his Father's. Her hair cascaded down her shoulders, and seemed to glow!

"Sleep well?" Draco questioned, startling Ginny.

"Not really." Ginny replied. "The room is a bit depressing."

"My Mother's decorating. Bright colors give her headaches, so she had everything in her room black. You could change it, of course, if you want to."

"Yes, I'd like that very much." Ginny gave a weak smile.

"I'll tell Molly to make the arrangements. She's the Housekeeper, the woman you met last night. We have a cook and a chauffer, and four house elves. You won't need to worry about hiring or firing servants, Molly sees to al that. Of course you can interview the Nanny's for the children, if you wish."

"Children?" Ginny gagged on some roll.

"Yes, our children, when the time comes. That is the whole reason we got married, you know that." Ginny nodded her head slightly.

Draco took one last look at his paper, then set it on the table. "Well, I'm off to work. See ya later." He called after her, exiting the room.

He hopped into the same black car as last night, and was taken to work. He chose to arrive in style, rather than apparate. Once at the Ministry building, he walked to his department and opened the door. The three other guys in the office that he worked with all stopped what they were doing at once, and looked at him.

"What?" Draco said, wondering if his hair was sticking up somewhere.

"You never told us your wife was absolutely gorgeous!" One of them yelled.

Draco frowned. He didn't mind himself thinking she was gorgeous, but it kind of unnerved him to have these three think so also. After all, she was his wife!

"So, how did it go last night?" The one from Diagon alley asked, wagging his eyebrows.

"Yeah, get much sleep?" Another one added.

"You guys are sick." Draco hadn't even thought of consecrating their marriage last night, and frankly hadn't cared until now. "Now, I'm going to do my work." Draco headed towards his desk, an dsat down, ignoring the dissapointing looks he was getting.

~*~*~

After Draco left, Ginny gave a sigh of relief. Now what am I going to do? She questioned.

After eating she went back up to her room and changed into some clothes. She wasn't comfortable with the room, and didn't feel like unpacking her things. She'd wait until it was redecorated do to that. She headed back down the stairs, and decided to look around a bit.

The house was very nice, with expensive furniture in every room. There was a little room with large windows that faced east. Ginny supposed this was a sort of breakfast room, noting the small table, and elegant china cabinate against the wall. There was a large sitting room, with a huge fireplace, and a smaller sitting room just next to that. A huge library was at the other end of the house. This room was cold, and drafty and was covered, from floor to ceiling, with books. There was a couch and two high backed chairs, facing an even larger fire place. Ginny was about to open another door, when it opened for it.

"Oh, my!" Molly exlcaimed. "Mrs. Malfoy, no need to sneak up on me!" Molly had her hand to her chest, and was trying to catch her breath.

"You can call me Ginny." Molly raised an eyebrow. "Please?"

"Alright then." Molly answered.

"What's behind the door?" Ginny asked.

"That'd be the kitchen, and the servants quarters." Molly replied.

"Oh, I'd love to see the kitchen!" Ginny exclaimed. She'd enjoyed cooking and baking at home, and here there'd be a proper kitchen to do it in.

Molly looked surprised. "Lady's of the house do not enter the kitchen, Mrs. Ma--Ginny."

Ginny looked dissapointed, then raised one eyebrow. "I thought Lady's of the house could do what they wish?" Ginny smiled, then opened the door into the kitchen.

It wasn't gigantic, but it was huge and a lot more spectacular than the Burrow's. The tiles were white, and bright lights made it shine. There were pots and pans gallore, and something was cooking on the stove. Sitting at a small table, dicing some vegetables was quite a large man. Upon seeing who entered, he quickly stood up, and bowed to Ginny.

"No--no, please, there's no need to bow." Ginny said, embarassed.

"Chef Bart, at your service. Y--you can call me Cookie." Ginny almost laughed. "Your name makes me hungry, Cookie. I think I'll make some for lunch."

Cookie looked at her confused. "You'll make some, Mrs. Malfoy?"

"Please, call me Ginny." She looked around the kitchen, then asked. "Where are your cookie sheets? And a bowl and spoon to mix with? Oh, and most of all, the ingedrients.

Cookie brought out all the things Ginny would need, and she began making her Mother's famous Weasley Cookies. She was having fun, and got to know Cookie more (Molly had left long ago.) Cookie was half witch and half Muggle, and enjoyed cooking immensley. He was top of his class at University, both because he could cook with magic, and without. By the time the cookies were coming out of the oven, Cookie and Ginny were laughing as if they'd known each other for years.

"Ahem." Molly said from the doorway. "Owl post has come." Molly tried desperately to keep her smile off her face. Ginny was smudged with flower.

"Thank you, Molly." Ginny took the letters. Two were adressed to Draco, and one was addressed to her, from her mother.

She opened it greedily, and read the words as if they were life giving. Her mother wanted to visit tomorrow, and to be expected around one o'clock, by floo powder! Ginny's eyes brightened up, and both Molly and Cookie thought she looked even more beautiful.

"My Mother's going to visit tomorrow. Cookie, could you make little ham sandwiches for tea and and cold turkey for lunch? Oh, and Molly, I noticed a lawn set outside, I'd like to use that for tea, so could you show me where the cleaning things are? And I'd also like lunch in that small room that faces east!" Ginny was nearly bursting with excitment, it felt like she hadn't seen her mother in years.

"Mrs. Ma--Ginny, I'll have one of the houselves clean the lawn set outside, don't worry." Molly said.

"Oh, speaking of the houselves, I want to see where they sleep." Ginny looked determined. Molly frowned, but led her to a door that held a small stair well that led down.

"They sleep in the cellar?" Ginny asked, disgusted.

The cellar was even colder than the library, and there was a certain wetness about it. Crates of food were piled onto shelves, and off in one corner there were four small cots that looked rather shabby. Ginny frowned.

"I want to go into town and get proper beds for the elves." Ginny's voice held a certain authority in it, which scared Molly. She was used to this voice coming from each of the Malfoys, but it was never used in a positive light.

"Yes, Ginny." Molly could barely say.

~*~*~

Draco's day seemed to lag until he thought time had stop altogether. He couldn't wait any longer, he left nearly a half hour early.

"Can't wait to get home to the wife?" One of his co-workers yelled after him.

Was that it? Draco asked himself. He didn't know why he wanted to get home. He just knew that if he didn't get home soon, he'd burst. Draco arrived at the house, and hurried up the steps. He flung the doors open, and half expected a smiling Ginny to come and greet him with a kiss on the cheek. He only met Molly.

"Mr. Malfoy, glad to see you home." Molly smiled.

"Where's Ginny? How did she do?" Draco tried to make it sound as if he was just a little curious.

"She's in the smaller sitting room, doing some cross stitching. She's been busy all day." Molly smiled, then told Draco of Ginny baking cookies, then going into town and buying two children's sized bunk beds for the houselves.

"You mean she--" Draco stopped. He barged his way; through doors and hallways, until he reached the small sitting room. Ginny was curled up on one of the chairs, holding up some cross stitching to a lamp light. She looked so peaceful and at home...almost wifely. She looked up at Draco, and smiled.

"I forbid you to enter the kitchens again...and any other servants quarters for that matter!" Draco yelled.

Ginny's smile soon turned to a frown. "What makes you think you can order me about?"

"You're my wife, and a Malfoy! No wife of mine will do servants work."

"I may be your wife, Draco, but that doesn't make me your slave." Ginny said calmly, then continued her work.

Draco had never had someone talk back to him like this. He took three quick strides to her, then yanked her work out of her hands, and threw it across the room. Ginny stood up to protest but Draco just pushed her back down in the chair.

"I am your husband, and as such, your Master." Draco had heard these words before, but they had come out of his Father's mouth.

Ginny pulled some strands of hair out of her face, revealing a very angry expression. This time she stood tall and firm, and shoved Draco out of her way.

"I may be a Malfoy, and your wife...but I was a Weasley first! I never want to hear you talk to me this way again, do you hear?" Ginny said the last bit in a low hissing whisper. Draco was almost afraid of this woman. She seemed whimpy, but when necessary, she could bite your head off.

He watched her cross the room, pick up her cross stitching, then sit back in the chair, choosing to ignore him. Draco left the room in a huff. He completely thought he could bend Ginny to his will, as his Father did to his Mother, but Ginny would have none of that. He was sitting in his room, thinking over the scene in his head, then began to laugh. He laughed so hard, tears came to his eyes.

"Molly!" He yelled, and almost immediately, Molly knocked on the door, and was let in. "Mrs. Malfoy wishes to change the decorations in her room. I expect this process will take nearly a week, and since all the other rooms are inhabitable, you will move her things into my room tomorrow."

"But, Mr. Malfoy--" Molly was about to explain that decorating a room could take as little as two days.

"Do you wish to contradict me?" Molly shut her mouth. "Well then, starting tomorrow, I want some interior designers in here, preferably women, to assist my wife. You may leave."

As soon as Molly left, Draco began to laugh again. "Yes, she is a fiery piece of work...and she's all mine."

(A/N: Ok, I like cracked these three chapters out in one night, and I'm not really sure when i'll be able to work on it again. I need to work on Linked, cuz I want to get to the good part!)